It’s the day of Sir Benjamin Lee Guinness’ funeral. Trouble is brewing on the streets of Dublin, while his children make plans for the family’s future.
What a focking piece of shit!
So Ireland lost the war, and the Brits and Americans are now filming these pseudo-historical works for plebs. Focking shit.
I guess Belarus is in the same boat. You do lose the war to Russians, then they would film pictures about you, where you’d be some funny weird leprechauns.
I wonder what Irish folks think of this. Considering the actors — some of them — are Irish. Are they as Irish as many Belarusians are Belarusians? Well, those speaking Russian and thinking of themselves as Russians.
I think I’m not going to watch it further.
Fock. Focking Hollywood and its popular culture. What a contrast to the C’mon C’mon (2021) we finished watching just this morning! Music is a separate — absolutely irrelevant — piece of rubbish. I mean, the music is not bad per se. It may be good, great even. What I mean is it’s absolutely off. It’s just out of touch, and makes the whole atmosphere disappear. Yeah, fucking sing about Nike a couple of hunderds years ago, cool.
Whatever. Waste of time.